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A Quiet Place

The river was out of its banks again. Muddy torrents rushed around the bend as they headed for the dam at the old water plant. Trees swayed at the edge of the water, looking as if they would topple in at any moment. She had walked down this trail so many times, it had been her “quiet place” as a teen. But not today, it held the roar of a restless spirit. She saw the old mill stone laying near the path. Beside it, something caught her eyes. A human skull, she thought, sucking in her breath. No! Not again!

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Haunting by the Rain Gods

On the 3rd of July, somebody prayed for rain. As usual, it didn’t quite work out like they hoped. On the 4th of July it rained 10 inches, rivers flooded, land was washed away, band new flooring ruined, shrubs, bushes, trash stopped up gutters. The next day, it rained, and the next and the next-maybe a while the sun would come out, people would start to clean, but then it would rain. Insurance companies are elated-this is the mountains-no one has flood insurance!

A week later-its raining buckets, bridges washing out again, yards and golf courses are lakes, banks caving off again. I’m quite sure the rain gods are haunting us! Could someone put up a stop sign, or build an arc?

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Lullaby

I shuffle and squirm in bed, worn out from another difficult day. I’ve tried everything, reading, watching TV listening to soft music, nothing works.

Suddenly, I her the wind pick up and blow against my screen. A spatter of rain taps quietly n my roof. Lightening and thunder rumble far away. For a moment, the rain falls in torrents, then settles into a peaceful song. Nature’s lullaby.

Before I know it, my reddened eyes start to blink. My mind goes blank, my heart slows to a quiet rhythm. The soft breathing of my cat blends with the gentleness of a warm summer rain.

Soon, I am asleep. The rain has does its trick. Nature has helped me get a much-needed rest. I wake up, a bit surprised that it is morning. Somehow, that is alright, I feel refreshed.

Thank you rain for your blessing.

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Autumn Rain

I didn’t mean for my tears
to mingle with the
cold splash of rain
as it filtered through
golden leaves, falling, slowly.

I thought of him sitting
beside me on the porch
whispering  how he loved
to watch the rain.
hear its voice in the wind.

He loved the way we
could see it  clearly,
as it rushed over the mountain.
The soft patter transformed now.
Hammering, battering, loudly.

I sat, soaked by cold rain.
drenched by hot tears.
in a place that we had laughed in.
lived and loved in.
Rain and tears, in autumn.

Inseparable now, forever.

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The Last Day

We looked over the rail of the lanai and silently watched the ripples of clouds gathering in the morning sky.

Rain, on the last day of our trip to paradise.

He looked at me and smiled. Nothing was going to ruin this day.

We packed our lunches, towels and a change of clothes. He stuffed the bright orange parkas into the backpack.

As we stepped out of the tour bus and heard the crashing of the waves. We felt the first drops of rain pelting on the rustling palm leaves.

We grasped hands and ran, laughing, to the water’s edge. NOTHING was going to ruin this day.

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The Last Day

 

We looked over the rail of the lanai and silently watched the ripples of clouds gathering in the morning sky.

Rain, on the last day of our trip to paradise.

He looked at me and smiled. Nothing was going to ruin this day.

We packed our lunches, towels and a change of clothes. He stuffed the bright orange parkas into the backpack.

As we stepped out of the tour bus and heard the crashing of the waves. We felt the first drops of rain pelting on the rustling palm leaves.

We grasped hands and ran, laughing, to the water’s edge. NOTHING was going to ruin this day.

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